A Year In The Life
Project Charlie Pt. 4
By Bix Meister
This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.
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I awoke with Pete the next day. I caught him looking at me as I woke up. He propped himself up one elbow and asked "How was I?"
"Amazing. Are you sure you've never rimmed someone before? You had my ass open, and my dick leaking like never in my life." I said. "How was it for you?"
"I wasn't sure at first. Then the taste hooked me. It tasted like man, and damn, I like that taste. And you were right. I had your ass ready, my dick went in like a hot knife through butter. How is your ass doing?
"Never better, you had it singing last night."
We started a shower. I think Pete was still horned up from last nights performance, so he soon found himself on his knees feasting on my ass. I felt a bit of his cum leak from my ass, he slurped it down. "You're still lubed" Pete said. "No way I can pass this up." He stood and slid his cock in. I braced myself, elbows against the shower wall, and let him go to town. A few minutes later another load joined last nights, leaving my butt feeling happy and filled.
I didn't have much time before work. Pete apologized about breakfast not being ready, I brushed it off. I had to pick up some paperwork at the house so I walked back there. Inside I went upstairs passed the bathroom. The shower was running and I heard some sounds similar to what I experienced minutes earlier. I stopped in the office, saw the calendar, today's date already had the red number 14 on it. Two weeks of sobriety, I was proud of my friend. I got my paperwork, checked my email, sent Charlie an email of encouragement, and then Charlie and Angelo walked by naked.
"Ooops Sorry!" Charlie said as they walked by.
"No need to apologize, my house is your house." "Glad you feel comfortable enough to treat it that way."
I walked into the bedroom, picked out some clothes for the day. I felt a little bit of cum leaking from my hole, so I looked into the beside table. I found a medium sized butt plug and slid it in. I put on my tightest boxer briefs to hold it there, dressed and drove off to work, getting there five minutes before my team.
I had already planned on leaving work sometime during the day to work on the house, but I felt guilty. I took a few minutes to send out email plans to Gino. I had all but given up on leaving earlier when Jean took a call for me. "It's a potential new client, a start up called Spirit Mountain Lighting." I think you should take it.
I answered, it was Gino. "You have to get away. Brent and Angelo are all over at Pete's. Come pick me up and maybe we can sneak by."
I told Jean that the new client wanted to meet up, it sounded promising. "Take the rest of the day, we can hold down the fort."
I drove to West Duluth, picked up Gino who was itching to get busy. Let's drive down to the West End, I got a guy down there with some old props. I will warn you, he is a bit flamboyant." We drove there, went to his friends warehouse and were assaulted with options
His friend Roger was very theatrical. To some he might seem an old queen, but I soon saw his athleticism. He was pulling props from locations while the three of us brainstormed. He pulled out a sketch pad and we drew out our plans. "Go big or go homo I say" he quipped. "Usually I try to do both." He not only was a queen, he was a size queen.
We decided on a Roman Holiday theme. Roger found some faux marble statues of David and other sculptures. We would put them on the front porch, flanking the window. We found spotlights with rotating color gels, There was a 6 foot wreath, perfect for the second level. Soon we were loading it into Roger's nondescript van and heading towards the house. We quickly hid the props in the garage, not wanting to telegraph our plans to the other team. Gino returned with Roger to the warehouse to pick up my car. I remembered the butt plug, how could I forget, so I went to the bathroom to take it out. I started to work on some of the more basic plans of our scheme I used about ten boxes of lights to wire the wreath within an inch of it's life. I propped a ladder to the porch and lugged the wreath to the second floor where I secured it safely. I ensured it had electricity, tested it, and then unplugged the extension cords. I then ran extension cords from as many spots as possible, trying not to overdo any of the circuits. Gino returned shortly, followed by Charlie. We filled him in on our plans and showed him the props in the garage.
The three of us used white lights to wrap the porch columns. We then made sure that the remaining columns were capped by greenery and lights. Nothing was outlandish, yet, in fact it was quite tasteful. I was worried for a moment it might be too tasteful. However I remembered our grand scheme, and knew we had it in the bag.
Pete called me later on that night, inviting me over for a romp. He was a bit shocked when I turned him down. "Loose lips sink ships" I reminded him. He suggested a wager. Losing team buys dinner, winning team get's tops. We agreed on it for all of us.
On the way to work the next day I dropped off keys for Gino. He mentioned that Roger located a smaller scale replica of the Trevi Fountain. "Perfect I said. I already have a spot in mind." I told Gino where he could find my plans for the backdrop. "You can work on them in the basement."
We spent Thursday and Friday lighting what we could of the exterior, without giving our theme away. We didn't want them spying and catching our secrets. Pete was at a disadvantage since Charlie and I passed his house twice daily. I noticed he used packing paper to cover his upper windows. I called him on Friday, told him of my concern about this disadvantage, and suggested that we set noon on Saturday as a "No travel" zone. No more trips for lights, no peeking, If you did, you forfeited the competition.
m Saturday we went full bore. Gino arrived at about 9 with our secret weapon. I was coordinating everything. I was worried about my electrical service so I checked as much of the lighting as I could. I already had numerous extension cords tied to various circuits in the house. As a plumber Charlie had worked on enough remodels lately that he was sure my service would be sufficient, but I wasn't so sure. We brought up the backdrops, securing them into place on the porch. The faux sculptures were placed, and lit. Charlie and I carried the Trevi Fountain to the roof of the porch, placing it in front of the wreath I put there earlier in the week I added the light feature I concocted last night, and we were done. We did a trial run on every feature and they worked.
It was almost sundown. We went over our plans. I noticed nothing missing, so we had some hot cocoa to celebrate. I got the phone call from Pete. We were to light our display and then all meet half way in ten minutes. The bend in our road would keep much of the lighting a surprise.
We lit my house, and started walking towards Pete's. We met halfway, flipped a coin, I won, and decided to go last. This played into our plans. We walked to Pete's. As the house became visible, I was worried. The architecture of his house was picked out with precision by thousands of white mini-lights Five gold stars were precisely placed down the peak of the house, each one circled by a golden halo. Curtains of lights and gold ribbons flanked the 14 foot tree in the living room. I wondered what the significance of the haloed stars were, until I noticed lit designs in the eleven clerestory windows. They had pulled off a witty Twelve Days of Christmas Theme, with Five Golden Rings on the roof.
Everyone was staring at the total effect. Charlie Gino and I were pointing out details as we saw them. Pete pulled me in "Ready to admit defeat?" he said
"We'll see I replied. Time to go see the winner"
We walked down to my place. Getting closer I noticed that the later darkness was to our benefit. The ten brightly lit columns of my wrap around porch really stood out from a distance. As we got closer the sculptures came into view. Roger had uncovered a few more on Friday so we changed the theme a bit. On the right side of the porch David was wearing fur lined boxers and an Elf's hat. The Leaning Tower of Pisa looked extremely phallic with two over sized red ornaments placed at the base Bacchus was right near the front door, wearing a Merry Christmas sash, and offering something in an oversized martini glass.
On the right side Mount Rushmore was dressed up for the Holidays. Washington was Santa, Jefferson, an elf, Teddy Roosevelt was the Burl Ives snowman. And Lincoln was Rudolph. The rotating gels were capturing details and casting beautiful shadows. It actually looked less tacky than I had planned and I was almost ready to admit defeat, but I remembered my ace up my sleeve.
"Hey Charlie and Gino, I think we forgot to plug something in, Charlie, you take the left, Gino, take the right I will take the middle. On the count of three plug them in. ONE. TWO. THREE"
On three hidden speakers started blasting the Darlene Love version of White Christmas. On the right side of the house, we recreated an Italian Flag in thousands of sequential miniature Red White and Green lights. On the Left we had a US flag done the same way, creating the ultimate back drop for the Mount Rushmore presidents. And up on the roof the Trevi Fountain erupted as a rainbow of light arced from it.
Then to top it off, for one night only, Gino's friend Roger threw open the door. He was dressed only in a gold sequined toga. His head was wreathed by battery operated lights. He did an impromptu dance first to Bacchus where he grabbed the martini and took a swig. He then did a conga through the rest, peeking in David's boxers then to Mount Rushmore where he mimed being intimate with Teddy Roosevelt, Finally he danced over to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, pulled out a measuring tape from god knows where, measured it, and said "OOH, just my size"
Pete looked at me in disbelief. I wondered if we went too far. Then he started laughing The laughter was fall down laughter. He was doubled over for a moment, short of breath. I worried that we were going to lose him for a minute but soon everyone was joining in. Pete finally calmed down enough to talk. "Well guys, I thought we had it in the bag, Looks like dinner is on me tonight" He grabbed me, pulled me close and said "You had better fuck me like you mean it."
We decided on the steak house from our first date. Pete insisted that Roger should join us, but needed to lose the sequin toga. Roger acted as if he was going to remove it on the porch and go naked causing all of us to laugh again. At the steakhouse we were sat at a quiet corner table. Roger and Gino kept us entertained with stories of their wild days in the past.
He told of one Summer where there was a shipping strike on the Great Lakes and ships were anchored in the bay. Provisions were brought out to the ships by boat. Among the provisions needed were hookers for some of the men, Gino and Roger for others. I guess men who were stuck on the ship didn't bat an eye at their fellow workers needs. Gino remembered one time he was running through the hallways of this ship, naked, with a naked sailor over his shoulder. There was another year where Roger was on a ship and didn't realize that it had left harbor. He had to jump ship and swim to the Superior side, walking home drenched.
Our waiter was very attentive and professional, even with Roger's embellished stories. I could tell that Pete was taken with him. Justin was about 5'8", stocky with a red flat top and goatee. Their eye contact was discrete, but powerful. I knew the man I love, and I was learning his signals, his lusts. Justin's body language changed around Pete, so I knew he was in lust too.
Roger was telling another very funny story about his Army days, It seems his Drill Instructor was convinced he needed Roger to cut his hair. "He had a beautiful mane of hair my dears. I was over my head so to speak, I was so distracted by the club in his shorts, I botched the haircut. I tried to compensate, and soon it looked like it was "Hairstyle by John Deere." He tried to make me feel better by saying it looked good. Then he REALLY made me feel better by showing me what the term Drill Instructor really means." To illustrate Roger held his index fingers at least a foot apart. "I was barely able to get my hands around the beast. But my ass knew just what to do."
Justin didn't blush at this, in fact he stopped for a second and said "It seems that everyone you know is a foot long and 8 inches thick. You must have unique talents."
Roger said "Dear, I have been retread so many times I am sponsored by Goodyear. Fuck me and you will get tread marks on your dick."
Our whole table was rolling in hysterics. It was great to see some new blood in our group. I got inspired by the infusion and made a suggestion to the group. Clinking my glass for attention, I got up. "Guys, we all should take pride in our decorations. We had fun doing them, and they turned out beautifully, some more beautiful than others. It's a shame to do them, and not share them with each other. I propose we have a dinner party before Christmas at our two homes. Seeing how Roger and Justin have helped enliven our troop, I also suggest everyone invite one friend."
Talk around the table was positive and we soon made plans. We all agreed that due to the holidays, the next Wednesday would work for everyone. Angelo suggested we take the Italy to the US theme from the winning house as our direction. "My Aunt Connie always says Americans don't know how to eat Italian. I will invite her, and prove her wrong." With that suggestion we decided to do the three primary parts of an Italian Meal, antipasti, primo and secondo. Antipasti would be served at my house at 6, and then we would walk to Pete's for the primo and secondo course.
The guest list started to form that night. Gino asked Roger to be his guest, Roger promptly said yes. Charlie decided to invite Stan, Brent thought of his friend and co-worker Sarah. When Justin returned to our table, I took the opportunity to invite him. I thought for a second that I had taken Pete's option, but he was quick to say "I have been meaning to invite my old wrestling pal Barry over. I will see if he is available next week."
It was time to pay the bill. Justin presented the bill to Pete and when he opened it instead of a bill, Pete saw a note. He read the note, got quiet for a moment and then shared it with the table.
"Dinner is on us tonight. With Roger we had an unfair advantage. But we both want to thank all of you for helping us when we needed it. We have become a large dysfunctional family, and you guys really put the fun, in dysfunctional. We love each and every one of you. Just remember one thing. Charlie, Gino and Kyle are the tops tonight. We are not giving that part of the contest up.
Love, Charlie, Gino and Kyle"
We all hugged our goodbyes before heading out of the steakhouse. Roger, Gino and Brent went to their homes while Angelo, Charlie Pete and I got into his truck. Pete showed his trust in Charlie, by giving him the keys. I got into the back with Pete and pulled him over to my side. My hand went into his shirt and I massaged his pec while letting my fingers drift through the chest hair. I got closer, licked his ear, and then whispered my plans for the night.
At Pete's house we got out of the truck. With my instructions Pete said "Charlie, you and Angelo have the run of my house tonight. I only ask one thing, if you get too messy, change the sheets."
I said "Have fun guys, I am taking Pete to the winning home. And I AM going to fuck him like I mean it." I grabbed his butt, ran a finger up and down the crack, and then prodded through the denim, found his hole to let him know I meant it. We walked to my house, arm in arm. Got to the front porch and embraced at the front door. I kissed him deeply, the rotating gel lights made us part of the Holiday display. I grabbed both butt cheeks and said "Your training starts tonight."
I opened the door and pulled him in. Never letting go of each other we threw our jackets onto the couch. Basking in the light of the Christmas Tree, and outside display, we slowly disrobed. Clothes ended up all over the floor and furniture, it would be fun seeking them in the morning. I knew that I had to get Pete aching to be fucked. I needed to focus on his ass, that ass, and make that ass yearn for my dick. I kissed him and told him as much. "This ass is mine tonight. You may not know it right now, but I will have your butt wanting nothing more than to please me. I will have you feeling pleasure you have never experienced before."
"Time for you to open a present, before I open this present." I groped his butt to emphasize my point then reached under the tree for a wrapped gift. I had planned to give it to Pete at Christmas, but the timing was perfect now. Pete unwrapped the weighty gift. On the inner box I had placed a label "Ass Survival Kit" Pete opened the box and saw two dildos, lube and two butt plugs. There was a more average sized dildo of about seven inches that could have been a twin of mine except the head was smaller. The larger one was similar to Pete's almost 9 inches but with a different curve.
Pete looked at me in the eye and said "What will we do with these, when we got the real thing?"
"All part of the training baby." I led him upstairs to the bathroom, he carried the box. I told him to put the box on the countertop, and then grabbed the smaller "Kyle" dildo and put it in the sink. There I drew some hot water to cover that rubber dick. Pete and I started a leisurely shower, the focus on Pete's ass. I gently cleansed his hole and crack, not wanting to remove his essence. I had thought ahead and had some gel lube in the shower, so I put some on my thumbs as I pulled his butt aside. He braced himself against the shower wall as I went in for an ass appetizer. I had done a good job, he tasted clean, but still tasted like a man.
We went across the hall to the bedroom. On my orders Pete brought the rest of the "Ass Survival Kit" He asked about the "Kyle" dildo, and I told him it needed more time. "We'll get it when it is needed."
I got on bed, laid down on my back, and asked, no ordered Pete to straddle my chest. Pete said "I thought you were going to Top tonight, what's up with this?"
"Top is an attitude Pete, this is all part of the training." I slid up the bed a bit, resting my head on the backboard. "Now slide up here a bit Pete, I want to feel that dick of yours down my throat." I knew what I was doing, I was going to keep him on the edge for a while. I was his trainer, I was in charge. He might think it was otherwise, but I knew how the night was going to go.
Soon I had his dick leaking. This was one of my favorite things to do, and oddly we hadn't tried it before. I almost lost sight of the goal, training his ass. I started humping my ass up off the bed. If I wasn't focused on the end result, I could have easily lost it there, but I slowly pushed Pete back towards my humping dick. It was leaking, I was inspired. His ass crack made contact with my cock and I slowly slid it up and down. "Yeah Pete, keep moving like that, your ass is made for my dick, and you will get it when it is good and ready. I want that ass begging to be fucked by me."
"Oh I want it baby, fuck me" he said.
"You say you want it, but is your butt ready, does your ass want it, need it baby?" To prove it I shoved my dick a little at his hole, it met resistance. "You say you are ready, but your ass isn't Pete. When your ass is ready, we will know." I went back to bucking him, rubbing my dick against his crack. I kissed him deeply, arching my back to meet his lips. I used my hands to tour his muscular back and then tugged and kneaded his ass while laying a line of pre-cum up and down his crack. I was ready for phase two, and so was Pete.
I swatted his butt. "Get up baby, I'll be right back." I came back with "Kyle." The hot water bath had allowed the rubber dong to radiate heat. I told Pete to get on the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. I stroked the heated dildo against his cheek and lips first, and then across his ass. For the next fifteen minutes or so, I was alternating between rimming, sliding that dick through his crack, and teasing him with the real thing. My tongue liked the flavor of Pete, and my own pecker tracks I reached under, grabbed his meat and balls, and pulled them back, savoring more of my man. I picked up the dildo and made a pass down his crack, ending at the hole, with no pressure, the head entered. I gyrated that dong a bit, slowly letting more of the shaft enter.
I fucked about 3 inches of that fake dick into his ass, and then pulled it out. The gasp he emitted when it left let me know he was ready. However I had more to savor. My tongue and fingers played a tug of war with his ass. Each one of them added more spit and lube to the mix as they explored. His ass was primed. Any other night and I would have tried the "Pete" dildo on him, but my dick was the main course.
I was ready too. Everything I did for Pete, had an effect on me. My seven plus inches were as hard as they had ever been. Enough pre-cum was oozing from my dick slit to coat my entire shaft. I used it to tease his crack a bit more, sliding it up and down as I honed in on the target. I hit bulls-eye and nudged. His hole opened for me I slid home in one prolonged motion until I was nuts to butt with my man.
I let my dick rest there for a minute. Seeing the man, my man presented before me took my breath away. I collapsed on his back for a minute. My arms reached around to hug my man as I slowly humped him. I rested my jaw on his shoulders as I whispered "You are mine tonight, got it?" He nodded agreement.
I started to pump into his hole more forcefully. I slowly got up and my hands went from shoulder to butt to waist trying to find the best control. They enjoyed their tour over Pete's back, he truly was a thing of masculine beauty from the rear. My dick, and Pete's ass were soon on autopilot. They met each other thrust for thrust. I wanted to keep his ass on the verge of needing my dick, that worked, but now my dick was on the verge of losing it's load, I didn't want that to happen, at least yet. I could tell that Pete was also close.
"Pete, I need to see your eyes as I fill you tonight. Your ass is ready for it, you are ready for it. When I do fill you, you will shoot your own load, got it?" Pete nodded.
I pulled out, Pete rolled over. He hiked his ass up, put his legs on my shoulder, and quickly I was balls deep in his ass. I spent the next five minutes thrusting, sweating, kissing loving my man. He met me move for move. I was close, and I needed him close. I pushed him higher, prodding my dick against his prostate. He felt every nudge, and paid back by clamping down on his sphincter.
I was there, I bit my lower lip, prodded his prostate one last time and unleashed my cream. His dick erupted. The spray hit his neck. His right hand went around to the nape of my neck, finding my hot spot. I convulsed one last time in his hole and then went into spasms of ticklish giggling. I had planned to stay in his butt as long as possible, to show that I owned his ass for the night. But my hot spot was extra sensitive, and he played up to it. His fingers didn't even have to touch skin, I started having tremors from it, I was so sensitive.
My cock slipped out, we ended entwined. We spent a long time caressing and discovering each other. We were no longer top and bottom, but equal lovers. I led Pete to the bathroom. We had a quick sponge bath, I didn't want to lose the scent of maleness we had developed. Back in the bedroom I pulled the smaller butt plug out of the kit. "I want to keep you open, yet keep me in" I told him.
Laid out on the bed, under the covers, we could see the glow from the Trevi Fountain and wreath. My electric bill would spike this month, but what the hell. Twinkling lights lit us as we fell to sleep.